#rose kent

[lovetunneldown]

my oc intro pages. read them in order for best context. i missed these guys a lot.

#png. #bryce kent #rose kent #walt kent #acamar solidago #zavijava solidago #the kent heritage

[esmp-i]

ive been doing daily doodles in my mini sketchbook and i think ive dragged myself back to my old ocs again

[image description: two pages of a mini note pad. one page is painted pink, the other blue. on the pink page is a small drawing of rose kent saying "telling someone to KILL themselves, even as a joke, is kind of gross?" and on the blue page, bryce kent responds "it's okay, i've died, i can reclaim it." end id]

#art 👍👍 #ocs #rose kent #bryce kent #the kent heritage

[5-point-2]

the kents + acamar all dressed up

#art mass #original contempt #walt kent #rose kent #bryce kent #acamar #its really funny how all the kents are in pinks and reds and acamar looks like a goddamn lemon

[gardenergulfie]

When your friend is like, 1/16th fey, and you need to hold his hand whenever you cross rivers. 

Its finally done! Took me like the whole of yesterday to do the backgrounds alone. Wow art is hard! Mad respect to all the artists out there, especially those who shade their work LIKE HOW???

Anyways! This is a gift to my friend Tekla aka @tango-dyke​ of his empires sona Rose (the human in blue and red). I added my empires sona Glyphie (the kobold) because they’re friends <3

Close-up below the cut

#i have a love/hate relationship with backgrounds #god this was hard but very rewarding #mcyt #empires smp #empires sona #empires citizen #empires oc #glyphie #rose kent #digital art #Gulfie's Art

[hermitcraft-8]

Draw rose kent?

i've never drawn her with her muscles out. fucking. buff <3

#art 👍👍 #rose kent #the kent heritage

[cuuno-moved]

btw. if you even care

#SORRY im not posting this on my art blog because i don't like the drawing much. but its crazy how much she's changed #rose kent

[ilexdiapason]

stained blind and bloody

or, the haircut scene from @tangodyke‘s empires oc lore (which i wrote like a week ago but am just getting around to posting bc life do be kinda happening)

tw for possession and panic? idk if theres anything else i really Can tag for? but yeah enjoy me getting sucked into somebody else’s brainrot

Because, in hindsight, he’s been ignoring things for weeks. Dropped spoons when he’d been sure his grip was steady. The fasten of his skirt moving from his right side to his left even though it’s a little more fiddly to do with his other hand. Tasks that he’d planned to get around to being done before he knows it, or seemingly sabotaged by a hand that can’t be anyone other than his own’s. Acamar has been around lately, sure, but it hasn’t been that around.

-

It comes to a head on the night of the new moon.

He’s been chalking it up to a poor memory, because what else are you supposed to do in a situation like this - jump straight to ghosts as your first option? Rose isn’t that stupid. (Or maybe he is, but in all the wrong ways.) So he’s picked up a new obsession these past few months, and it’s been bringing him back to his old habits, filling up all the cracks in his brain where these sorts of memories were supposed to slot like bricks. Bryce is a particularly unhelpful mortar in the cavities of his mind - but, hey, at least he’s doing something these days, instead of wandering around the empire mindlessly like he used to when his brain felt like pins and needles from the sheer lack of stimulation.

Bryce is an obsession. And he’s being forgetful. Nothing more.

(The feeling that someone’s following him, trailing just behind his shoulder, will not go away.)

But it’s on the night of the new moon that something more manifests itself - evidence that Rose cannot ignore.

He’s just finished eating dinner and retired for the evening, leaving the dishes for the next day, because honestly he counts even making himself a meal as a win when he gets into moods like these. He’s sitting in his room, pulling off his boots, thinking about having a bath.

And then he feels the prickle at the back of his head that he’s been telling himself means nothing.

But it means nothing, he knows, lets the words wash through each corner of his consciousness like a mantra, and so he trusts his body to bring him through the motions that he means to. The rest of the boot works off his foot smoothly, and then the other laces, and then the slip of the heel around his sock, and with those off too Rose flexes his toes in a carpet he’s stood on a hundred times before, but it’s… there’s something foreign about it, now. Like a part of him has really never felt this wool beneath its feet, never known such softness, such luxury.

It means nothing.

Rose prickles back. He was not named for his nature - but he is a thorn of a woman, if he dares give himself the compliment, and he will not bow.

And then he stands, and he hadn’t meant to - okay, so he’s standing because it’s… easier to get his skirt off this way, that has to be it, because he’s making his own decisions and he wouldn’t do a thing like this for no reason, so he’s aiming for mobility, and what will happen next is he’ll find the fasten on whatever damn side it’s on and then he can sit back down to deal with his corset in more comfort and -

and he crosses the room to the vanity. Which… is because… he wants a surface to stabilise himself against. Sure. That’ll work. It means nothing. He is acting of his own free will, and everything he does is for good reason and he’s pulling something from the drawer, now, cold metal under overheating fingers, which is fine, because it means nothing and he wouldn’t -

The first lock of hair has hit the floor before he gives up on looking for an explanation.

(Burrs prick up the inside of his throat. Tears prick in his eyes.)

This is constricting. Rose’s hands move of their own accord, slicing wave after wave of his hair from the ends of his curls, hair he’s worked hard to grow in the last few years, and he is forced to watch it happen through the flat-shine mirror of the vanity he’s leaning up against with one hip, unstable, unsteady, like he’s been floating for years and only just received another chance to use his legs again, and wouldn’t that be oh so convenient of a revelation to have before he’s staring down the undeniable proof of his haunting? Rose can look the thief, self-stealer, hair-killer directly in the eyes from here - can see the spark of intangible vitriol behind them. It feels too close to comfort, like he’s witnessing something he’s really not supposed to be. The red of his irises, rose-red, radiant, looks radioactive in this light, under these anger-drawn eyebrows.

He cannot stay his hands. He cannot pluck the scissors from his assailant’s fingers, because they are his fingers, and he’s lost enough tonight without losing a hand as well. He can only watch and burn from anger, fury, fear as shoulder-length becomes chin-length becomes choppy and uneven around the ears and flush with the back of his neck. Gone.

Bryce does not release him, still. He thinks he gets it, for one fission-bright second - something you cannot ignore, something you cannot forget - but that does not erase the pain and the rage and the desperate clawing at the inside of a brain that’s been clogged up with drips of mortar where the windows were meant to sit. This means something to you. I mean something. I am something.

Rose pushes off the vanity, stumbles for the bed, loses control of his legs and is left sprawling on the floor. An ugly sob escapes his lips.

This is when Acamar - finally, blessedly - walks in.

It’s quiet. That’s okay - it doesn’t need to speak, not when Rose is making more than enough noise for the two of them. He struggles and retches and slams himself against the confines of a body that just won’t comply, and though he cannot explain himself to Acamar, not now, he thinks it can probably get the gist of the situation from where it’s standing.

The scissors brush too close to the back of his head, and Rose feels the sharp pinch of the join catching on his scalp. It must startle Bryce (or maybe Bryce is just afraid of drawing blood, of doing something that cuts too fine a division with dangerous), because all at once the prickling shoots through him like a flame drawn up his back and then he stills.

He is still.

He is alone.

Trembling fingers move a pair of silver scissors through the air towards the space before his eyes. His good fabric scissors, too. Somehow this feels like a worse offense than anything else.

“... Rosie?”

He looks up at Acamar, and he can feel it in that moment, the sickening layer of dread and compulsion that’s settled across the room, broken only by a single line of frantic footprints that lead directly to his wretched, curling form. They regard each other in darkness - the new moon sheds no light, no hope on this.

“What happened?”

Rose does not reply, only lets himself be led away to be cleaned up. The answer echoes through his mind with every step, though. Vitriolic. Victorious.

Bryce Kent.

#rose kent #bryce kent #kent heritage #if you my followers havent been paying attention to 25's ocs. theyre pretty cool

[mysterycitrus]

my current hyperfixation — a post-crisis nightwing ongoing in the same verse as persephone, where the new52 never happened and dick moves to new york after bruce is rescued from the time stream in batman and robin 2009. aka dick fights cops and reconciles with the important people in his life, free from the shadow of the bat

#dick grayson #dc comics #batfam #nightwing #roy harper #teen titans #damian wayne #robin #starfire #rose wilson #ravager #chris kent #koriand'r #lian harper #mart #persephone tag

[clambuoyance]

[DC] pushing myself to do more action poses…

#clam draws #dc #dc clamics #kon el #kontent #Conner kent #Tim drake #Bart Allen #cassie sandsmark #rose Wilson #teen titans #young justice #young just us

[dcthingspolls]

#polls #batman #wally west #barbara gordon #jon kent #Raven #roy harper #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #kyle rayner #rose wilson #garfield logan #conner kent #billy batson

[furnypaw]

💖🥺

#digital fanart #damian wayne #dc comics #jon kent #jonathan kent #jondami #supersons #jon x damian #valentines day #san valentin #flores #flowers #bouquet of flowers #bouquet of roses #ramo de flores #ramo de rosas

[esmp-i]

patch notes:

>made acamar a cowboy

>gave walt bellbottoms

>changed zavijava's entire design

>made rose more butch

>made bryce look his age

>did not change cilantro at all

#acamar solidago #walt kent #zavijava solidago #rose kent #bryce kent #cilantro #the kent heritage

[5-point-2]

rose kent?

guy moment

[image description: a digital drawing of rose kent. she's a thin teen boy with short hair and red eyes. she's wearing a button up shirt and a tie with a vest and dress pants. she has one gold earring. she's looking to the side with a grin. end id]

#art mass #original contempt #rose kent

[deniedmysign]

People will really go out of their way to find ways to complain about how people ship. "oh but there's canon this (which is what I want to ship)" great, bud. Ship away. There's a tag for you! "I don't like this ship, why can't they just ship (this ship I like)?" Because shippers gonna ship, there's still a tag just for your preferred ship!

Trust me, I feel it. One of my faves has a super popular ship I don't vibe with. Know what I did? blocked that tag and let them ship without bothering me about it. We can leave character tags neutral and ship in ship tags. It's a good setup here. Enjoy your ships.

You can even block headcanons you don't like! It's why we love tags here so much (and get a little pissy when people abuse them - use tags appropriately, this isn't insta or tiktok, you're not influencing the algorithm here.) It helps keep things organized when you use tags to tag just what you want (and whatever algorithm there is here learns only what you want).

Surround yourself with what you want to see in your tumblr experience and you'll be a lot happier that way, trust.

#fandom #how to use tumblr #to be fair I'm going to tag this in the fandoms I'm in - feel free to redirect to yours #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #stephanie brown #bruce wayne #bernard dowd #conner kent #barbara gordon #roy harper #jonathan kent #raven teen titans #rose wilson #I'm starting to draw blanks on who else to throw in here

[hermitcraft-8]

today also sucked for me you should draw cilantro eating something that absolutely should not be eaten and having a great time

yeah ok

#art 👍👍 #tango's ocs #cilantro #rose kent

[cuuno-moved]

ocs?? *sniffs your blog* ocs??? *sniff sniff*

HI YES OKAY. basic crash course on kent heritage lore:

once apon a time there was a teen girl named bryce kent. he lived in the county of the grimlands. one day something terrible happens and the entirety of the grimlands is destroyed. bryce is the only survivor. for a year he lives in the empty shell of the buildings. finally he manages to get past the quarantine borders and back into the real world. he gets married to a horrible woman named imari, has a son named walt, has a terrible life, and then he dies.

after like a thousand years his distant grandson rose finds his painting in her attic and starts to do research. as she discovers more and more about him, he gains more and more power in the afterlife. eventually he gains enough power to come through and shave roses head. somehow this convinces rose to bring him back, with the help of her friends acamar and cilantro.

after bryce comes back there's a long period where he struggles with adjusting, and that's like. a huge angst potential that i did not utilize enough.

acamar and bryce start dating, and things are really nice and chill and then one day they stumble across bryce's son, walt, who is an immortal warlock. and that's where the story is at right now

#bryce kent #rose kent #acamar #cilantro #walt kent #<these tags have more info in them :-)